Blossom Blues

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #372

Words:  matches, vision, blossomed, listen, bruised, numb, voices, unhinged, savor, edges, aches, nail

A vision of voices
arise from bruised
blossoms of peonies,
edges aching brown.
She listens, absent
-mindedly nibbling
a nail. Savoring their
unworldly music–matching
no sound she has ever
heard–her numb heart
beats once more. She wills
her vision to stay
with her, happy now,
yet wondering if she
has become unhinged.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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